Don't ask me what I'm doing here, because I don't know. One day I woke up under the giant tree, covered with snow, devoid of all memory and sense of identity. Why? I have no clue. It almost doesn't matter. I standing up and start to walk trough a snowy forest walking and walking with a hope that I will find a shelter. But I didn't found anything except for tree and snow that getting thicker as I walk.

I spent the first couple of hours calling for help, wandering around, hoping I'd find someone nearby. After a while, I came to the reluctant conclusion that I was well and truly isolated: no sound of human voices, no hum of tires on distant roadways; nothing but the trill of far off birds and rustling branches in the wind. I was getting desperate and hopeless.
I start to walk again. But when I want to climb down the hill I heard a sound of cow, mooing from a distance. The sound is coming from the north, so I started walking toward the sound. I thought if there's a cow there must be a cattle farmer nearby. But I was wrong, no one's there only a cow that tied to an igloo. I was a little bit disappointed but happy at the same time because I finally found a shelter. Then I went into the igloo, it's warm and there's only a bed in it with a torch. So I decide to spend the night in the igloo.

I might not have known who I am, or why I woke up in this snowy forest, but that didn't mean I was going to sit down and let depression take me along with the wolves. I needed a plan of action, needed to find a way to survive! But first, a man needs to know himself before he can trust himself, and then I found something in my pocket. There was a piece of paper with writing steve in it. So I decide to call myself steve. The night has come and it's so dark outside, so I decide to sleep and continue my activity in the next day.

The sun has rise, the sounds of explosion wake me up. I was shocked and ran outside. When I check it, I found a hole near my igloo and my cow has died too. And then I saw a green and four legged monster nearby. He just standing there and watching me with his sad face. I call him creeper because he was looking me like a creep. He start to walk towards me, and then I decide to ran as I can.

And then I realized it's not safe to stay in the middle of the forest. So I decide to get out from there. I spent some time searching the area, looking for anything that might be useful to me. Tools and weapons would be my first priority--don't ask me how I knew, but I could tell the forest would be dangerous at night, something in my blood maybe. There wasn't much, not even a single fallen branch on the ground, just smooth snow and straight pine trees. I tried to grab hold of a few rocks peeking up from the soil, but they were firmly stuck. I'd need something to pry them free, or maybe break them away. I spotted a tree nearby and went to it, running my hands over the dark brown bark. It was a good tree, strong and healthy. So I punched it until the wood break apart.

Pulp and bark flew as my hard fists broke chunk after chunk away from the tree. I gritted my teeth against the jarring in my arms and kept going until the whole thing broke through and crashed to the ground. Chest heaving from the exertion, I gathered the wood and sat down, examining the pieces. I broke some of the longer chunks into thick sticks, then stabbed one of them into a flat piece of wood shaped like a blade.

I grinned as I hefted the wooden axe I'd made, then swung it around experimentally. It felt good. I used the axe to fell several more trees until I had enough wood to make all the tools I needed: a shovel, sword, and pickax--the latter of which I used to break those stubborn stones from the ground. I stowed the rocks away for later use and strapped the tools to my back. I kept the sword out though, the feeling of danger in the woods tickling the back of my mind. Thus armed, I set off in search of food and shelter.
I won't bore you with the details of my struggle against starvation and wolves. Suffice it to say, it was a struggle. I fought, bled, and conquered. I stumbled over hills and down into water-filled valleys, climbing trees to see the path ahead. I slew cows and ate their flesh to stay alive. I fell off cliffs and broke bones, spending days waiting for them to heal. I briefly marveled at how quickly the wounds mended, but wasted no time in pressing on once they did. At night times, I was attacked by monsters, proving my intuition about the forest to be correct. I hid from the darkness, lighting the small mud huts I'd built along the way with torches and wait.

But when I hide in my small mud huts, I heard the hisss sound nearby. It's like a snake that want to explode. I was freaked out and when I look around there's a creeper looking behind me, he was looking at me through a hole in my hut. I turned away, squeezing my eyes shut as the dreaded sound filled the small hole.... SSSsss...

One day, I woke up under the giant tree, covered with snow...